A Field of Buttercups (WP022)

Dear Westley,

"As you wish." Only you could make those three words sound like loved filled sonnets. Only you could make me feel as if I were the most beautiful being whom has ever walked the earth. I could spend days watching you work. The way your arms flex as you cut wood for the fire, or how you tenderly brush each horse with care. I know how you yearn to be seen as a man rather then a mere servant but days go by and still unnoticed you go. I want you to know that I noticed you. I noticed the swoop of your lush blonde hair and the glowing passion in your blue eyes. A day does not go by when I do not notice these things. How could I not when perfection seem to emanate off of your skin? I wish I would have the courage to actually hand this letter to you. To walk up to you and let you know how deeply feel for you but I lack the courage. So instead I watch from a far, as you hold her in your arms and all I can think is "as you wish."

Love,
Another Flower in the Field